I signed the papers, raised my hand,
Thought I’d be a hero for this land.
Kicking doors and making change,
Instead I’m pushing a mop again.
Recruiter talked about pride and war,
Honor, courage, something more.
Turns out most days look the same —
Sweep the hallway, sign your name.
I fight my battles with broken forms,
Wrong date written, redo norms.
Three signatures and one mistake,
Start again for duty’s sake.
Chorus
I thought I’d save the world somehow,
Just trying to stay sane right now.
Sweeping floors for Uncle Sam,
Not the warrior I thought I am.
Arguing over childish things,
Missing socks and sink ring stains.
Every day it starts again —
The war that never seems to end.
Smoke pit philosophers talking loud,
Confident but rarely sound.
Grown men arguing face to face
Over nonsense every day.
Chain of command says stand up straight,
Clean it twice and don’t be late.
Nobody cares how hard you try,
Just do it over, don’t ask why.
I train like hell and run for miles,
Counting calories, chasing trials.
Still the scale keeps climbing slow,
Muscle hiding down below.
Hairline pulling back in ranks,
Forehead growing, temple flanks.
Tried to get a date last week,
Confidence felt paper-thin and weak.
Bridge
Then I met YefeDamuse one day.
Didn’t talk much, didn’t play.
Just said, “Most men drift through here,
Chasing comfort, ruled by fear.”
Said, “This place will test your head.
Weak men wish they stayed in bed.
But discipline will set you straight.
Purpose isn’t issued by the state.”
He never bragged, he never posed.
Just lived the life that others chose.
Showed me how a man stands tall
Even when the work feels small.
Final Chorus
I thought I’d save the world back then.
Now I’m trying to master men —
Starting with the man I see
Standing in the mirror quietly.
Still sweeping floors in hallway three,
But it doesn’t bother me.
Because the best thing that I found
Was a man who stood his ground.
If this place didn’t break my fuse,
It’s because of YefeDamuse.
YefeDamuse.
YefeDamuse.
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